This is the scenery
that surrounds the the town of Pushka, India. It was a spell-binding
place. In truth this was probably partly due to the stunningly strong bang
lassies that were served at certain cafes. And also because of the small
fact that Julian and I were in love with a English nursing student who
was traveling with us at the time. But there was more to it than
that. I wish I had taken more photos to
remember it by, but I seem
to remember being in somewhat of a non-functional, golden haze for the
duration of our stay. Julian was similarly effected, even to the point
of being moved to write poetry. One of which was called "Dear Nursie"
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